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Explosions In The Sand

Whenever I get nervous I tend to get a strange feeling that immediately makes me think of P.E. at school. (The sports lesson with our teacher, the one who eventually retired to sell weight loss treatments ). More specifically, it is the moment when the boy in front of me steps away, running towards the long-jump, and I become the boy at the front of the queue. I’m nervous and shaking all over. Behind me I can hear the mocking More

The Brick

Fourteen of us boys are in the changing rooms and expected to get naked and changed in to swimming trunks the size of napkins just like that, as if the unveiling of one’s pubescent genital parts to a mass of boys who have just learnt sarcasm should be considered ‘a good thing’. Today is swimming, and for three hours we’ll be stuck racing back and forth, linear and dull, because our teacher Mr Thomas doesn’t like any ‘mucking around’.That means More

The Cool Of ‘The Sweeney’.

Anyone who grew up in the 1970s will remember just how many brilliant shows were on television. There may only have been three channels to choose from, but the programmes were far superior. Today, we have literally hundreds of different TV stations and many of them are padded-out with all manner of rubbish merely to make up their twenty-four hour schedules. As paradoxical as it may sound, less channels meant more good programmes.

One of the most popular shows More

Hello!

Welcome to Finch TV, my very first personal blog. I am not really even sure why I am rocking the whole blog thing, I think that someone made a joke and I just decided to run with it. So here it is, the grand unveiling. To be honest I am not even sure what exactly it is that I am going to write about, probably just whatever thoughts and musings come to mind, exciting anecdotes about my day etc.

So if that tickles your fancy, stay tuned and see what I come up with. I know I will be surprised!